Eugene’s assertion wasn’t baseless. It was true that he didn’t have sufficient evidence for absolute certainty, yet he could not sense “Vermouth” in the Vermouth he saw portrayed in the projection.

The relentless pressure Vermouth put on Sienna, his attacks, his movements, all of it had overwhelmed Sienna, yet Eugene could not sense the Vermouth he remembered from three hundred years ago.

And Eugene couldn't help but put great trust in his own perception. Hamel, who had fought closest to Vermouth three centuries ago, was the only one among his companions who had repeatedly engaged Vermouth in combat.

“Right?” said Sienna, turning to Eugene with a bright expression.

“I believe it was Sir Vermouth at the end….” Anise gave a slight nod in agreement.

“Initially, he intended to kill her,” said Eugene.

The battle had been one-sided from the moment Vermouth lured Sienna and confronted her in the corridor. He had manipulated Sienna’s actions by throwing Hamel’s corpse and persistently aiming for her neck.

When Sienna made the decision to flee with the corpse and returned to the corridor, Vermouth had been lurking behind her and could have easily killed Sienna if he wanted to. He could have chosen to crush her skull or slit her throat.

However, Vermouth did not do any of those things. During the battle, he persistently aimed for her vital points. However, when he was presented with the opportunity to kill her with certainty, he merely pierced through her body.

“Well…. Technically speaking, a person usually dies when their chest is pierced,” muttered Sienna.

“Yes. If the heart bursts, one dies,” Anise concurred.

Eugene nodded as well while coughing awkwardly.

“Well, that is true, but if he truly wanted to kill her, he had...